I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 439 If Someone Feeds Me, I Can Consider Eating It
very high?

In my impression, it is only a few hundred meters, not too high.

Su Shao, "Anyway, it's much lower than Taihang and Huangshan, and we can climb it in one day. You don't have to worry that it will affect our plan to return to City A the day after tomorrow."

In order to make Song Yan 100% at ease, she added another sentence, "I will definitely be back tonight!"

Song Yan put down the glass in his hand, and slowly put his two hands that were on the table into his pockets.

"You want to go?" Song Yan's voice was strained.

Su Shao said "Yes", but soon noticed his strangeness, "Brother, why do you look so pale? Is it because you are not sober from the wine, and you still feel a little uncomfortable?"

Song Yan looked down, "No, I'm fine."

"If you don't feel well, don't force it, we will go next time." Same thing.

Before Su Shao finished speaking, Song Yan gently interrupted, "Let's go today."

It can be seen that the little girl really wants to go.

He didn't want to spoil her interest.

Qiao Yuan's driver took Su Shao and Song Yan to the foot of Zijin Mountain, "Doctor Song, Miss Yaoyao, I'll wait for you at the parking lot."

Although Su Shao was carrying a backpack, she still waved quickly to the driver, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Chen."

The driver named "Chen Bo" drove away.

At the foot of the mountain, there are few tourists, but on the top of the mountain, the sky is covered with emerald green.

Song Yan raised his eyes and looked up along the rocks.

Very tall, taller than that building.

Under the eyes, there was a deep sense of fear and guilt.

Memories dragged him back to that night ten years ago again.

Dark and gloomy night.

He ran out of the building holding the computer tightly, gave up everything, and was going to throw himself into the night and never come back.

"boom--"

Blood splashed on his face, eyelids, corners of lips.
His nose was full of disgusting blood, and he could even taste blood in his mouth.

For example, at that time, the taste of blood was sad, and it was to persuade people to stay.

It's so dark, so dark in front of my eyes.

Like drowning in the Dead Sea, the long dark and deep corridors, the damp tunnels where you can't reach your fingers.

He lost his way.

Under the feet, a hole was shattered, and countless pale hands protruded from the hole, pulling him, pulling him, trying to bring him back to hell.

"Brother? Song Yan?"

Someone called him.

It was as if above his head, there was light and shadow seeping through the top of his head.

"Save me, save me."

"No! Don't save me, I owe the debt, I deserve it."

Song Yan wanted to shout, but his throat was tightly strangled.

Just when he was about to give up struggling, a burst of sweet, cool strawberry fragrance spread out of his mouth.

In front of his eyes, the pitch-black vision gradually became clear.

The little girl with a high ponytail, with dimples on her lips, was smiling and winking at him.

There is light in the smile and light in the eyes.

Oh, so she was the light above his head just now!

"What are you thinking about?" Su Shao stood on tiptoe, looked up at Song Yan's expression, "I'll go and buy you an ice cream, why are you so fascinated by staring at this mountain?"

Song Yan's jaw was tense, he didn't speak, he opened his arms and hugged the girl in front of him tightly.

Very eager, very eager.

It's like a person who was dying in the ice and snow, and finally saw the light and encountered the fire, that kind of rushing and possessing desperately.

Su Shao held the ice cream in both hands, and was taken aback by Song Yan's sudden action.

She could feel uneasiness and fear from his arms, as well as a trace of struggling at a loss.

She didn't ask, she just pretended to be relaxed, half-jokingly, "If you don't want to eat strawberry-flavored ice cream, you can exchange it with me, but you can't act like a baby."

behave in a spoiled manner?

Song Yan bent his lips, and his gloomy mood eased.

He nestled on her shoulder, and said in a slow voice, "If someone feeds me, I can consider eating it."

　I have begun to feel sorry for Lao Song! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)